Soldiers bear the last of the lads
In casket draped in
the union flag
And then a reverent
silence falls
Before the last post’s
mournful call
Trumpeting his journey
into grace
To feel his comrade’s
warm embrace
Goodbye Harry a
soldier known
The final Tommy going
home
Ghurka warrior
Proud and loyal
How can you take
This cruel betrayal
Always williing
To take up arms
To suffer war
And all its harms
You defended empire
And commonwealth
Fighting hand to hand
And in stealth
You stood and fought
In our nations name
How we forsake you
To our governments
shame
Ghurka warrior
Loyal and proud
You now have justice
Let us cheer you aloud
Put down your pen, write no more
Names on the honour
roll
The count is done,
praise God
Listen well as the
peace bells toll
At last, the bloodshed
is at an end
Let’s lose no more
friends or foes
Desperate years when days were dark
Some darker when
sirens were sounding
When the scared fled
to their shelters
While their Cities
took a pounding
I really miss the place
Where I journeyed into
this world
Where a loving mother
Kissed me and gently
brushed my curls
I really miss the
place
Where mother taught me
the joys of life
And my father
Taught me to seek
harmony from strife
I really miss the
place
Where my school days
first began
And those friends
That made up our
inseparable band
I really miss the
place
Where my heart had an
optimistic view
And I miss the face
Of my one and only
love so true
I really miss the
place
Where summer days
seemed without end
Where nature’s bounty
Spilled from the
fields we had to tend
I really miss the
place
Where the bones of my
parents lay
And the times
When our days were
full with play
I really miss the
place
I knew before I grew
into a man
And took up arms
To fight for the King
in a foreign land
I really miss the
place
That is the home I
shall never see again
Never smell the
grasses green
Or taste those gentle
summer rains
I really miss the
place
My distant home far
across the sea
The place I left
behind
So I could die
fighting for the free
On New Year’s Eve 1918
The Iolaire carried
sailors
Veterans of the Great War
Back home to the island of Lewis
But as they approached Stornoway
As the New Year dawned
She struck "The Beasts of Holm"
And sank in the darkness
205 souls perished in the depths
They survived the horrors of war
Only
to drown in the waters of home
Lord Kitchener said in his frustration
Of the indiscreet Politicians and their lives
When you tell one of their number a secret
They went home and told their wives
With the exception of David Lloyd George
Who went home and told everybody’s wives
